Your world is this hall.

Lina had been doing fitness for a couple of years, but only recently found out that there was no need to go to the club several metro stops away - an excellent place was in the basement of a neighboring house. She noticed yesterday how people were coming out of this very house, clearly after a good workout; she asked one of them, and received confirmation of her guess, as well as a brief description of the club. True, the addressee of the question did not want to answer, as if he did not want Lina to really become interested in this place, but then one of the company whispered something to the other, and they finally told her.

Today she was already on her way to him, her uniform was dangling in her bag, and there was a

holiday in her heart, thanks to the beautiful weather. The mood was darkened only by the recent quarrel with my parents. They stayed in Omsk two years ago, when Lina came to enroll in a Moscow university, in which she succeeded. She often called them, but yesterday this idiotic skirmish happened - the reason for it did not even deserve mention, but from experience Lina knew that until she apologized, neither a call nor a letter would come from her parents. Well, okay, not the first time.

Finding the entrance, she opened the door. The large room looked like a bar for a narrow group; on the wall there was a TV with such a huge screen that Lina had never seen, and this hallway-bar room also served as a buffer between the street and the locker rooms. Someone was already sitting in it, looking at the newcomer in surprise. The girl noted that there was no reception - no cash desk, no secretary. Strange. She decided to find out everything from the one who was now sitting on the sofa.

- Hey, I definitely can’t lift her from this position! - She said laughing. Oleg made a grimace:

- You won’t be able to lift her out of anything, 120 kilograms, after all..

- What 120? You said 45!

- Yes, this is to make it easier for you, honestly. When Oleg walked away, she saw that wide leather bracelets were fastened on her hips near her knees, and the tightly stretched ropes attached to them were tied at the other ends to neighboring exercise equipment. The bench was pulled out from under her, and Lina's upper body found itself hanging in the air a few centimeters from the floor, only her legs spread wide apart standing on the floor.

It became clear to her that this was no longer a joke. Everyone gathered around her and smiled. Lina tried to remain calm.

- Well, what next? Like, if I can’t lift the barbell, then I’ll go lower and it will end up at arm’s length?

- Not really, my joy. — Oleg said. We were already thinking that this room needed a pretty girl, and then you came yourself. In general, congratulations - now you will delight us with yourself.

It was pointless to push away the thought that arose any longer - Lina had fallen into a trap, and they were going to rape her. She began to twitch nervously, but her hands were tightly tied to the bar, and tight ropes did not allow her legs to move.

-What are you... going... to do? — she said, swallowing.

- Nothing special. Let's just bring joy to each other. Actually, we can start. They began to carefully cut Lenina’s clothes. When the top slipped off her chest, the girl began to scream in a long cry. Judging by the lack of reaction, it was useless, but it was the only thing she could do, and she screamed until they finally had enough and a backhand blow to her cheek silenced her — it was Marina. The kind smile and look have disappeared somewhere. All of Lina’s clothes were already lying on the floor, and her naked body, tanned in the solarium, swayed on her outstretched arms. Oleg approached her from behind and put his hands on the base of her thighs, massaging the skin near her labia with his thumbs. His erect member was also rubbing against her through the fabric of her sweatpants. Lina began to shake furiously, as far as her bonds would allow.

-Girl, what are you doing? So you won’t bring joy to anyone! “We’ll have to tame you,” said Vlad with visible distress, who had previously been fingering her hair with a thoughtful look. — Marish, bring a couple of straps from the locker rooms.

A minute later, Lina was blindfolded, and four belts hissed in discord in the air, falling right and left on her chest and stomach, the other two whipped her hips, beat her from top to bottom and from bottom to top, leaving red marks on the skin. The girl screamed and squirmed continuously, but this did not help at all. The belts hit both the vaginal lips and nipples, causing unbearable pain, and Tanya’s voice whispered in his ear:

- Do you want to stop this?

- Yes, yes, please! - Lina sobbed in response.

- It's simple, you just have to ask... And promise to help us enjoy communicating with you. Go ahead and say it.

- “Fuck you...”, trailing off and chattering her teeth, Lina decided to endure - accepting was no better than prostrate in front of them and kissing the ground under their feet. she won't do that. Tanya’s breath disappeared from her ear, but her voice rang somewhere higher:

- Ha, she’s great! Hold on! Maybe you can come up with something more interesting?

- And I like it even more! - This was another one of the company, a Caucasian - his Russian grammar was all right, but his accent remained, she did not know his name. Like a young, unbroken wild filly... Ah, he got it right!... so, now there will be adrenaline, fuss, strength and struggle - then let him crawl on his knees, kiss his legs and suck when you say - both there and there is a delight! Phew, tired. - He slapped Lina on the butt. — Young little filly! The stronger it is, the more enjoyable it is to break!

Lina cried - from pain, resentment, humiliation and the realization that any of her actions would only add to their pleasure. But apart from this kind of moral resistance, there was nothing left for her. Anyone could have pierced her virgin vagina for a long time, leaving her only to scream in despair, but they wanted her to not only give in physically, but also to come to terms with it, to become an uncomplaining and faithful toy.

As the next torture, Lina was lifted and a switched-on electric kettle with the lid open was placed under her shoulder blades. Lying with her back resting on him It hurt, but Lina’s arms could no longer support her weight. The warm air pleasantly warmed the skin. the girl felt a light bite on her earlobe, and Katya’s familiar gentle voice rustled again:

- Linochka, my dear, the water is heating up quickly. It’s warm now, but in two minutes steam will begin to rise, another minute and it’s boiling water. You don't want to get burned, do you? no need to. Just go ahead and repeat after me: “I’m a good girl and I’ll be happy to please you. I do whatever you want."

- Baby, you yourself are suffering, and you’re hurting us all! Maybe that's enough nonsense? Come on, be a good girl, bring joy to everyone, and there will be no more pain!

Lina did not answer, although the opportunity to stop this pain beckoned and a voice seemed to sound right in her mind, urging her to give up everything, even crawl between them on the floor and do whatever they asked, just to stop the pain. The temperature of the steam increased, but the girl could no longer scream louder, her only defense no longer worked. Once again, drawing air into her chest, she was about to beg to stop this torture and do whatever they said, but then the steam disappeared. A distant voice from above irritably said something about how such a wonderful body should not be spoiled.

Lina tried to smile. She did it, she proved to them that they wouldn’t break her. But I couldn’t smile, I could only sob and howl quietly. The leather anklets were unfastened, and Lina's lower body fell to the floor. Her butt, completely covered with marks from the belts, seemed to explode from the impact on the floor, but it was impossible to get up. A tingling sensation appeared in the legs, into which blood began to return. The hands were also untied. Finding herself lying on the floor, Lina curled up into a small and, as she hoped, unnoticeable lump that trembled and sobbed.

Everyone stood around her and quietly discussed something. Tanya and one of the men went into the locker room. Having made a decision, Lina was lifted and placed on the seat of another simulator. As far as she knew, the handle hanging above her head did not put pressure on the trainee, but with the help of blocks, on the contrary, pulled upward with a given force. Her hands, wearing the same gloves, were tied to this handle, and her hips were tightly screwed to the seat and holders, after which they placed the maximum weight on the machine - 350 kg, placing another pair of dumbbells on the weights. The girl’s body stretched like a string between the seat and the handle of the exercise machine, she immediately began to suffocate - in this position it was possible to inhale only a little air, and even then with incredible difficulty. All the muscles were stretched and tense at the same time, trying to return to normal, and it was impossible to move anything, and the shoulders seemed to be pulled out of their sockets. Marina, throwing her leg over the seat, sank onto Lina’s lap, continuing to gently convince her:

- Is it hard? I know it's hard. By the way, this is what I came up with. It’s hard now, and soon it will become very painful. Your hands will probably go numb. You won't be able to breathe for so long. I don’t understand why there is such stubbornness. — She began to thoughtfully twist Lina’s nipple with her fingers, and in response she could only glare at her with a hateful gaze. It was too difficult to even speak, and it would take away the breath that was so hard to breathe. - Actually, we’ll finish for today, and you sit here until tomorrow and think. Look what we give to good girls.

The laptop was taken out of the locker room. Oleg walked around the prisoner with the camera, then the one who brought out the laptop bent over it for a minute and handed it to Marina. She showed it to Lina, on the screen the same smiling Tanya looked straight at her and said something. Then they put a headset on the girl, she heard the same voice, from which dry tears flowed from her eyes again. The woman on the screen spoke, and her words were imprinted directly in Lina’s mind. “Lina is a good and obedient girl. Lina's world is this hall, and all the people in it - Sergey Gennadievich, Oleg Romanovich, Vagit, Vladislav Mikhailovich, Mikhail Petrovich, Marina Arkadyevna, Tatyana Borisovna, Svetlana Sergeevna (for each name a corresponding photograph appeared in the corner of the screen) - these are her masters, whose word Lina obeys. Lina fulfills all the wishes of her owners, pleases them as much as she can, and is more afraid than death of causing them displeasure...”

Marina paused the playback.

- Lina, you are a strong girl and we admire you. But there is no point in being rude to people who are so kind to you. We will reveal to you your real life - now it is a wonderful life without worries, without complications. Just you, us, and this room. It will be fun and enjoyable! What awaits you otherwise? Only endless pain (Lina appeared on the screen, screaming, squirming and sobbing under the blows of the belts, screaming from the scalding steam), suffering (shots of her stretched out between the seat and the handle of the exercise machine: her face was swollen from tears, her tense body was covered in red stripes, there was redness between the shoulder blades, where the kettle stood). Lina! There is nothing outside the walls of your world anymore, and there is no point in trying to resist fate, especially such a beautiful fate. Excellent sound insulation throughout the entire room, so you don’t have to be afraid that someone will come and disturb you from living in this wonderful world. Triple-glazed windows under the ceiling, a heavy double door - and especially to make you feel calmer, we will make improvements, cover everything with something soft and pleasant to the touch, close the windows with metal curtains so that all sorts of scoundrels don’t get in. — Marina paused, as if she herself was laughing at the words she was saying. — everything for your comfort.

It was very kind of you to take both your passport and student ID with you. We will check whether you live at the registration address, and if not, we will find out the real address using one of the phone numbers in your cell phone book. Tomorrow you will no longer live there, but will leave in an unknown direction. The rector of your university knows Oleg Romanovich, your host, well, and will fully believe the story of a respectable person about how you decided to return home, and Oleg will agree to give you all the necessary documents for signature and then bring them to the dean’s office. Your roommate will tell your friends that you are tired of this life and have decided to go somewhere abroad. Nobody will disturb you. There is nothing behind these walls.

Pay attention, the microphone is dangling from your lips. I’ll turn on the recorder now, and in the morning we’ll check what was recorded. To no longer feel pain and accept our generous offer, you only need to say once what we ask you to say. The pattern sounds in your head. Good night. The door slammed and the lights went out. In the darkness, only the monitor screen was lit, rapid breathing and sobs could be heard.

— How are you, Lina? Are you feeling well? Does anything hurt? Can you feel your hands? I’m just sorry that you’re suffering so much (the face on the screen showed sympathy). And all this is so unnecessary, so pointless. You know who you are now? Come on, let's go together.

Lina is a good and obedient girl. Lina's world is this hall, and all the people in it - Sergei Gennadievich, Oleg Romanovich, Vagit, Vladislav Mikhailovich, Mikhail Petrovich, Marina Arkadyevna, Tatyana Borisovna, Svetlana Sergeevna - are her masters, whose word Lina obeys. Lina fulfills all the wishes of her owners, pleases them as much as she can, and is more afraid of causing them displeasure than death. Happiness for Lina is the pleasure of the owner, and the highest praise is the opportunity to kiss his hand.”

The door opened, Tatyana Borisovna and an unfamiliar man entered. Probably Sergei Petrovich. Lina wanted to insult them somehow, but she couldn’t say a word. Tatyana Borisovna said something to Sergei Petrovich, smiling and pointing at Lina. He looked at the captive and also smiled. In his hand he had a couple of pastries, it seemed like cheesecakes from Lenya’s favorite cafe. Sergei Petrovich approached her from behind, removed the elastic bands from her ponytail and ruffled her loose hair, paused the playback - the resulting silence rang in her head.

- Well, hello, my faithful bambi. I don't know why Bambi, but I like it. Here, eat, a palm appeared at Lina’s mouth, on which there actually lay a piece of her favorite cheesecake. He reminded her that once upon a time she was a happy student with lots of friends and plans for life. She opened her mouth and reached for him. The palm readily brought the treat closer, and the lips closed on it, touching Sergei Petrovich’s palm. “NOOO! — a thought flashed through her head, and Lina spat it out.

- Well, Bambi. I liked you so much. It will be a pleasure to play with you. There is no need to complicate our lives and ours. Let's try again. Marina handed Sergei Petrovich another piece, but he pointed to the one lying on the floor. Soon he was again at her lips. The lips were tightly compressed. A minute later, the owner removed his hand and showed Lina his nail. Her nail.

- Did you feel me cutting it off, Bambi? I don't know how much time you have until the blood circulation cannot be restored. Marina, come on, let's check the recording in the evening. He put the record player back on play. A familiar and familiar voice sounded: “Lina is a good and obedient girl.”

The minutes dragged on again. A gentle voice, dull pain and numbness, a beckoning opportunity to stop all this at once, wild alarm bells that interrupted attempts to forget in sleep. First, second, third. Once again, opening her eyes and habitually keeping her gaze on the monitor, Lina noticed that piece of cake on the keyboard. How do they know what she likes? They really checked everything. Lina suddenly realized that she was now a nobody - she no longer rented an apartment on Balaklavsky Prospekt, she was no longer a second-year student at the Faculty of Philology, and her friends knew her as a girl who suddenly got tired of Moscow and had already left somewhere. Her parents won’t even think to check how she’s doing until she calls and apologizes, and even if they check, her owners have her phone number, and they’ve probably already thought of everything. She feverishly searched for some thread she could cling to, but in vain. She no longer had a world outside this hall. She had no tears, that's the only reason she didn't cry. She knew this was the end. After waiting for the recording to return to the first words of the text prepared for her, she whispered: “Lina is good:”: Call. Evening was approaching - it was already about six, and the hope that her owners would come and free her gradually lifted the semi-fainting state of the last hours. At every rustle she imagined at the door, Lina, overcoming the pain, turned around, and a stupid, enthusiastic smile lit up her face. She didn't know why she was smiling. The girl still hated them, but her whole life now belonged to these people, every action she took depended on them. And they could cause her unbearable pain, humiliate her, or they could, on the contrary, untie those damned bandages and turn off the recording. And she smiled through her tears to please them, resigning herself to her fate. The whole world is this hall, and her life is their property.

- Well, Bambi? Как ты собираешься вести себя теперь? — сказал Сергей Петрович, обняв ее талию сзади. Давайте посмотрим, что она нам наговорила. Михаил Петрович отвязал ноутбук от ее ног и повернул к себе. Он открыл диаграмму записи и выделил всплески звука. — вот смотри, Бэмби. Час ночи. Послышался совсем слабый шелест, где едва можно было различить слова «Лина», «послушная», и какие-то ругательства. Он поморщился, и промотал к последнему отрывку — самому длинному на диаграмме — «Лина хорошая и послушная девочка. Мир Лины — этот зал, а все люди в нем — Сергей Геннадьевич, Олег Романович, Вагит, Владислав Михайлович, Михаил Петрович, Марина Аркадьевна, Татьяна Борисовна, Светлана Сергеевна — это ее хозяева, слову которых Лина повинуется. Лина выполняет все желания хозяев, радует их, насколько способна, и больше смерти боится доставить им неудовольствие. Счастье для Лины — наслаждение хозяина, а высшая похвала — возможность поцеловать ему руку:» Лина согласно закивала, насколько позволяла натянутая за затылком веревка, переводя взгляд с кроссовок одного на другого, боясь, что ей не поверят. Что толку в ее сопротивлении. Она просто будет делать то, для чего создана — доставлять им радость, тихо ненавидя и мечтая о прошлом.

Сразу несколько рук трепали ее волосы, ласкали ее тело, нежно похлопывали по щекам и почесывали за ухом, а она шептала — Лина хорошая собачка: Лина послушная: повинуется… Марина Аркадьевна подняла с клавиатуры кусочек пирожного и поднесла его ко рту Лины на открытой ладони. Девушка с готовностью схватила его губами и попыталась проглотить, что получилось не сразу. Потом еще один и еще. Будь у нее хвост, она бы им виляла. Ей вдруг стало безумно приятно, что у нее такие заботливые хозяева.

Вагит сказал что-то вроде «вах, как хорошо висит! Даже жалко отпускат, такое маладое тело, растянутое, сэксуалное! Я прям от одного вида кончаю!» его рука — а это явно была его рука бегала по ее телу, ощупывая его, проверяя силу натяжения. Что произошло потом, она не совсем поняла — напряжение вдруг исчезло, и в глазах замелькало, а кто-то сзади мягко ее поддерживал, обхватив одной рукой голову, другой живот. Потом ее положили на пол. Лина не знала, сколько пролежала. Все тело ощущалось каким-то сморщенным, и в то же время расслабленным и умиротворенным. Дыхание выровнялось. Но управлять своим телом Лина не могла, только лежать и дышать, закрыв глаза, наслаждаясь покоем. ей было тяжело от мысли, чем она стала ради этого покоя, но сейчас самым страшным на свете казалось снова стать струной между сиденьем и ручкой того тренажера. Постепенно появилось и стало нарастать покалывание, и ей захотелось петь — возвращалось ощущение рук и ног. Спустя то ли час, то ли неделю она уже смогла перекатиться живот и слегка приподняться, оглядываясь. Еще немного времени, и зрение прояснилось, настолько, что она могла увидеть, что ее хозяева были уже не в спортивной одежде, а в рабочей форме, — они чем-то обклеивали стены, вешали непонятные устройства над окнами. Татьяна Борисовна заметила, что Лина очнулась.

— Ребята, наша радость проснулась!

Все тут же бросили свои занятия и столпились вокруг нее. «Линочка, какая красавица!» «верная Бэмби, ты такая прелесть!». Лина обреченно начала повторять заученный текст, чем заслужила новые потрепывания по волосам и почесывания за ухом. Кто-то проник между ее ног и два мокрых пальца скользнули в ее влагалище; от неожиданности Лина дернулась.

— Ну вот она опят начинаэт. Лина, я расстроэн!

Девушка замерла. Послышались шаги, потом резкий свист и попу ожгла плеть. Лина вскрикнула и, схватив ближайшую ладонь, забормотала, прерываясь на поцелуи.

— Я не хотела! Is it true! Я просто не ожидала, я никогда больше так не буду! Честное слово!

Снова свист, и еще один удар. Мучивший ее голос вернулся, но теперь был не вкрадчивым и нежным, а раздраженным.

— Во-первых, никому не интересно, почему ты не повинуешься. Но ты нарушила клятву. Лина послушная! Лина повинуется! Повтори!

— Лина хорошая и послушная девочка, слову хозяев Лина повинуется.

Свист, удар, вскрик.

— Во-вторых, ты не должна говорить «я». Лина — хорошая девочка. Лина больше так никогда не поступит. Лина хочет кушать. Впрочем, это забудь, мы знаем когда ты хочешь кушать, а когда нет. Лина рада чувствовать, что интересна вам, хозяин Вагит. Лина сделает все чтобы вам было удобно исследовать ее. Repeat.

— Лина рада чувствовать, что интересна хозяину Вагиту. Лина сделает все чтобы ему было удобно исследовать ее.

Свист, удар, вскрик.

— Тогда встань в свою обычную позу, и ноги раздвинь!

— Шире! Еще шире!

— Я… то есть… Лина, Лина больше не может, не может шире. Правда, правда, правда не может!

— Ну ладно, хватит. Third. Произнеси рассказ о себе еще раз.

Лина произнесла.

— Молодец. Обрати внимание: поцеловать руку — высшая похвала. А ты целовала мою руку после того как совершила серьезнейший проступок. Ты заслужила еще удары?

— Но… но… да, хозяйка. Заслужила.

Удар, вскрик. Удар, вскрик, еще удар.

— Да, и последнее. Извинись перед хозяином Вагитом. И расскажи, чему научилась. Увидев перед собой его ноги, Лина начала говорить, быстро — боясь, что он будет недоволен.

— Хозяин Вагит, Лина очень очень сожалеет о том, что сделала. Лина рада чувствовать, что интересна вам, хозяин Вагит. Лина сделает все, чтобы вам было удобно исследовать ее.

Вместо ответа он наклонился и поднес к ее лицу кусочек пирожного, она тут же его проглотила, глядя на ладонь благодарными глазами. Он не убирал руку, и Лина неуверенно ее лизнула.

— Маладэц, быстро учитса. Я доволэн.

Она вновь почувствовала чьи-то пальцы у своих широко раскрытых дырочек, и шумно вздохнула, но сдержалась и застыла. Поиграв с ее губками, пальцы проникли внутрь и нащупали девственную плеву.

— Смотрите-ка,

а Бэмби ведь ни разу не была под кобелем.

Все поспешили выразить свой восторг. Каждый затем лично проверил пленочку в ее влагалище. Они ощупывали ее живот, обнимали за бедра, гладили и щипали грудь. Осмотр продолжался некоторое время, потом все вернулись к своим занятиям, а ей разрешили лечь на коврике в углу. В конце дня на окнах появились автоматически закрывающиеся стальные решетки, двери, стены и потолки были обиты мягким материалом, словно в палате сумасшедшего дома, зеркала повесили поверх них, а стенд со свободными весами заменен новым, оборудованным дверцами и защелками.

На следующее утро Лину разбудили Светлана Сергеевна и Михаил Петрович, который пнул ее носком ботинка. Лина вскочила на колени, потирая ушибленное место. Он схватил свою собачку за шею и бросил на четвереньки.

— Лина, у нас со Светой свободный день, и мы решили тебя немного подрессировать. Во-первых, ты должна встречать гостей у двери и радоваться их приходу, а не дрыхнуть тут, пока нам приходится самим наливать себе воды. Clear? Fine. Второе, где ты видела собачку на двух ногах? Передвигаешься ты на четвереньках, как хорошая девочка. Вот тебе пара наколенников. Может, позже мы и научим тебя ходить на двух ногах, а сейчас подниматься с четырех конечностей тебе можно только в баре, чтобы порадовать нас коктейлем. Надевай наколенники, и идем за мной.

Лина ползла, неловко перебирая ногами и руками, через раздевалку и прихожую.

— Теперь я выйду и войду снова, а ты будешь меня приветствовать. — Дверь захлопнулась, а когда открылась снова, Лина уже терлась щекой о колено хозяина. Он приветливо почесал ее за ушком, чему она была несказанно рада. - Great. Nice dog. What is this?

— Это… ошейник, хозяин.

— Правильно. Одень его и застегни. — Лина повиновалась и вернула ключ от замочка. Он схватил ошейник и потянул вверх. Руки Лины оторвались от пола, девушка задыхалась, но она не решалась подползти поближе, чтобы иметь возможность стоять на коленях. — Хорошая собачка. У всех есть поводки, а если ты нас огорчишь, то к ошейнику придется пристегнуть цепь. Ты, наверное, уже видела ее, в углу к стене прикреплена. Также для наказания есть вот этот намордник — честно говоря, я не знаю, как ты будешь есть с надетым намордником.

Он отпустил ошейник, и девушка, которая все больше чувствовала себя собачкой, зашлась в кашле. Следующими правилами оказались запрет на любые манипуляции руками, кроме как если поступит прямой приказ — собачка все всегда делает ртом и зубками. Далее, она была обязана по полтора часа в сутки — ни больше, ни меньше — заниматься фитнесом, когда хозяева отсутствуют. Только на это время не распространялся запрет на действия руками и прямохождение — хозяева заботились о физической форме своего питомца. За время лекции Светлана Сергеевна постелила в углу зала настоящий собачий коврик и поставила две миски — для воды и еды. Когда Лине разрешили поесть, и она доковыляла до мисок, то обнаружила в них кроме воды сухой собачий корм. Не решаясь возражать, она зарылась в корм лицом и начала, давясь, есть его — есть хоть что-то за эти два дня, кроме кусочков пирожных. Таких вкусных пирожных.

Через минуту Михаил Петрович резко дернул за ошейник, Лина перевернулась в воздухе и упала на спину, снова закашлявшись.

— Хватит, — спокойно заметил он, и потянул ее за поводок в прихожую. Он устроился на диване рядом Светланой Сергеевной, поманил Лину поближе и приказал «сидеть». Лина опустила таз на голени и выпрямила руки, устроившись прямо у ног хозяина, который наклонился потрепать ее волосы.

— Молодец, хорошая собачка. А теперь дай лапы. — он взял ее ладони и опустил их на свои бедра, после чего расстегнул джинсы и опустил резинку трусов. — а теперь приступим к самой важно части дрессировки. Повтори, что для тебя высшее счастье?

— Наслаждение хозяина.

— Ну тогда доставь мне это наслаждение. Ты, наверное, не умеешь. Но я буду лоялен. Я тебя научу. Get started.

Лина сломалась еще там, разрываемая с силой в полтонны, с голосом в ее голове и кусочком пирожного, который лишил ее веры. Теперь она знала только, что эти комнаты — ее мир, а наслаждение ненавистного хозяина — ее счастье. она также осознавала, что ее счастье — это воспоминания о прошлом, когда она училась, общалась с друзьями, ходила в клубы. Теперь ходить она будет на четвереньках, учиться — науке доставлять радость хозяевам, про общение можно забыть. А постепенно она забудет и все, что было до этого зала и этого ошейника. Да и она ли это два дня назад шла в новый фитнесс-клуб, радуясь хорошей погоде? Наверное, исчезнет и ненависть. Лина будет благодарно лизать руки, кормящие ее пирожными, радостно тереться щекой о ноги входящих, к своему восторгу научится великолепно вылизывать их члены и быстро скакать на четырех лапах.

Продолжение, наверное, следует.

(ужас, чего тока не напридумываешь с нефиг делать!:))